how did ur date with that nerd boy go?
Please excuse the late reply, dear anon—between university, writing, and my ridiculously active love life at the moment, getting to asks was proving to be a bit of a challenge. Thank you for waiting! :>
Ah, the date? It was alright. Nothing interesting happened.
Okay, I lied.
I am not a nonchalant person. I am very much chalant. I will offer you my heart on a silver plate and let you drink my blood with a golden spoon if you make me feel appreciated. The date was nothing short of amazing.
We spent four hours at the museum just talking. Then another eight hours (I repeat, eight hours) in my car in a parking lot, eating McDonald's, trying not to get our moms mad because it was midnight and apparently, being 21 doesn’t mean they won’t still ground us. We could’ve easily kept going.
And him? He’s funny. He’s so smart. People—do you want to know what he did?
Our city's public transport system is kind of a mess. So he made a new map. Rerouted the entire thing so it's neater, uses fewer trams, and is actually efficient. He explained everything to me and it made so much sense. His mind is a treasure... ♡(˃͈ ˂͈ )
He communicates. (I know—bare minimum, but when you have been yearning for this type of open conversation, getting a taste feels like eating food for the first time.) And as someone who overthinks and is chronically anxious… hearing someone express what they’re feeling or thinking as it happens is just… beyond refreshing.
He cooks. He reads. He writes (beautifully so). He games. He has taste in music. He has a film club. He plays D&D. He’s kind, respectful, and awkward in the most adorable way. I want to trap him in a glass bottle and keep him on my desk! ｡°(°¯᷄◠¯᷅°)°｡
His voice? Don’t even get me started...
His smile?? Please. ಥ﹏ಥ
I know I’m feeling something real because my sternum literally tightens when I think of him.
Some highlights:
At the museum, I gave him my fan to play and fiddle with. And, without a word, from time to time... He would just... fan me. I wanted to disintegrate.
He brought a booklet of things he wanted to ask me based on our texts. Because his memory sucks and he wanted to remember. AAAAA—
He had one of those tiny film cameras and asked to take two pictures of me: one right after the museum and one right before we parted. He said he wanted to remember... and to compare the two.
He made me a playlist. Named it after my darling Sonya. Put 12 songs he thought I’d love. Why 12? Because it's important to him (we love a sentimental man.)
At one point he was just looking at me. And smiling. And I was smiling. And it was A WHOLE ORDEAL. We had moments where we were just quiet. No words. And it wasn't awkward, it felt right.
Anyway, I might have a tiny, barely perceptible, microscopic crush on this nerd boy. :>
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P.S. As of me posting this: he’s made me a second playlist; this time with rap music; we’ve been on a second date (just as wonderful: we had a picnic, played chess, talked and HELD HANDS—I know, scandalous); and I’m seeing him again tomorrow.
P.P.S. He’s asked about my Tumblr, and Lord… if he sees all of this, it will probably give him a heart attack. Not that he’d mind, I think. He is not not nonchalant; and he loves words of affirmation. (I love that about him.)
